In the Front Courtyard, Yan Bugui was watering his flowers—which in reality meant drip-irrigating his few meager scallions—when his hand slipped and he soaked his own shoe. Pushing up his spectacles, he stared dumbfounded as Su Changshun executed a slick, gliding stop, bringing his bicycle to a steady halt right in the courtyard. "Ch... Changshun? Is... is this—?"
Yan Bugui's voice pitched high, his eyes behind his lenses filled with sheer disbelief. "This... this bike? You bought it?!" His voice fluttered with shock as his mind raced frantically: *The kid only passed his probation a few months ago, didn't he? Where'd he get the money? That bike costs at least one hundred seventy or eighty!*
This was precisely the reaction Su Changshun wanted. Ecstatic inside, he plastered on an exceptionally sunny smile tinged with a "no big deal" casualness. Pushing the bike forward, he answered offhandedly, "That's right, Teacher Yan. Morning! Just picked it up. A Flying Pigeon twenty-eight, all thanks to Zhuzi!"
Chapter 32